The rebellious grandson of Emperor Zhenguan of the Tang Dynasty: Please, Your Majesty, be called Cro

If Li Xiang wanted to stir up controversy, he alone could not possibly gain the support of the people or the approval of the court and the public.

Only Li Chengqian—the former crown prince of the Tang Dynasty, a man of impeccable lineage and the eldest son of the emperor—possessed innate prestige sufficient to win hearts and minds and attract supporters.

Using Li Chengqian as a figurehead, Li Xiang traveled around to connect with and incite public opinion, accumulating momentum to shake up the court and truly pressuring Li Shimin, making the emperor feel the threat from the remaining power of the crown prince.

The one who will show his face in public, act recklessly, and invite trouble at every turn will only be Li Xiang.

Once Li Shimin's suspicions deepen and he reaches his breaking point, deciding to eliminate the hidden danger, the primary target for elimination will only be Li Xiang.

As long as Li Shimin takes action, I can go home!

Li Chengqian was merely a figurehead; Li Shimin might not even kill him.

Li Xiang believed the plan was already perfect—it just needed to inform Li Chengqian that he didn't need to cooperate, and at least he couldn't be allowed to sabotage things like before.

Otherwise, he would get what he wanted and immediately commit suicide... As a result, Li Chengqian took out the portrait of Empress Zhangsun again.

Wouldn't that leave us completely clueless?

However, Li Chengqian did not agree with Li Xiang.

"This isn't a plan to turn the tide," Li Chengqian slowly shook his head, his expression resolute. "You're actively seeking death."

"Give up on that idea. I'd rather live a secluded life, enduring humiliation and barely surviving, than live a life of mediocrity and shame, and die as lightly as a feather."

"And we will never comply with your absurd and resolute approach."

"...Even if you have to survive, you must be able to live! Now we are at the mercy of others, and as the eldest son of a tyrannical ruler, you are already burdened by destiny. Do you still naively hope that the successor will spare your family's lives?" Li Xiang continued to persuade him.

Li Xiang really wanted to tell Li Chengqian: In history, you were not even thirty years old when you died silently in Qianzhou!

"..." Li Chengqian's expression froze. He knew that Li Xiang's analysis was actually correct.

If I don't struggle, I'll wait for the new emperor to ascend the throne...

Even without a new emperor ascending the throne, once the new crown prince takes the throne, he, the former crown prince, will inevitably become a thorn in the side of the other party.

I wish I could kill him as soon as possible.

But... even so, he still shook his head.

"I have said I will never follow your absurd approach," Li Chengqian said.

Even if I had the heart to watch you go and seek your own death... you couldn't do it.

He gave a self-deprecating laugh, a bitter laugh tinged with inferiority and despair:

"I am indeed the eldest son, but... my reputation is already infamous."

"Do you know how people used to call me, the Crown Prince?"

"Hehe, people call me 'Prince Li' or 'Prince Hu'."

"Even if I wanted to personally recruit talented people, few would be willing to accept my offer."

"Let alone you."

"Well……"

Li Xiang was stunned.

He realized... he hadn't thought of that aspect at all.

He makes such a good point, I'm completely speechless!

My cheap dad's reputation... is absolutely awful, it's been tainted to the core for ages!

If you support primogeniture, you should at least be realistic about it...

Given Li Chengqian's current public image, from an outsider's perspective...

This is a complete replica of the tyrannical ruler Jie and Zhou!

Using his name, others would be too busy running away to even notice.

Who would be willing to work for him?

Even if a very small minority are blind and willing to follow him...

Look, they were just taken to the West Market a few days ago, and they were among the first batch to be beheaded...

"Tsk... Kong Yingda and Yu Zhining, those old dogs..." Li Xiang gritted his teeth in hatred.

The vast majority of Li Chengqian's infamy can be attributed to this group of Confucian scholars in the Eastern Palace.

My grand plan to court death has been ruined by these old dogs!

Li Chengqian also showed a look of deep agreement. Only when dealing with this group of elderly scholars were the father and son completely in sync.

He exhaled a breath of stale air and said to Li Xiang:

"This idea is absurd to begin with. Now that you know, go back and rest."

"Tomorrow, don't be restless. I said, live peacefully, and there will be no more trouble."

A hint of desolation flashed in his eyes:

"We have no choice but to live a peaceful life."

"...Only by living a peaceful life can we avoid any trouble."

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"Stability? Not at all!"

The next day, on the crooked peach tree next to the courtyard wall.

Li Xiang muttered angrily as he threw the knotted quilt over the wall.

Last night, Li Xiang tossed and turned all night, agonizing over his self-destructive plan after Li Chengqian concluded that it was not feasible.

The next day, before dawn, I couldn't resist grabbing the blanket and eagerly heading outside to do something reckless.

This damned Tang Dynasty, I don't even want to stay here for a single day, and I still want to live a peaceful life?

Forget about the demolition compensation, forget about the pretty girls, and just want to live here peacefully as a primitive person from the Tang Dynasty?

Hahaha... Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

What I want is instability! What I want is turmoil!

If there are no storms, he will stir them up himself; if there are no troubles, he will personally invite them upon himself!

We'll keep stirring things up until that scoundrel Li Er kills his own wife!

With his mind made up, Li Xiang gripped the rope tightly, as if he knew the way well, and slid steadily down the high wall to the ground.

The moment his feet touched the ground, he looked up and bumped into the same Imperial Guard soldier from the Right Guard Commandery from yesterday.

The other person happened to turn the corner from the alley and suddenly bumped into Li Xiang, who was climbing over the wall. His eyes widened instantly, and he stood there stunned, his face full of astonishment.

Their eyes met, and the soldier opened his mouth to shout.

"Wait a minute!"

Li Xiang hurriedly spoke up to stop him, then pulled a short dagger from his pocket, held it to his neck, and made a gesture that appeared resolute.

sergeant:"……"

Okay, the bug has been detected again...

Fifteen minutes later, Li Xiang strolled out of the alley with a relaxed expression.

Ten paces behind, the Imperial Guard with a sword at his side followed silently, looking dejected, as if he had become the personal bodyguard, just like yesterday.

However, there are some differences...

"Huh? Why did you change your clothes?"

Li Xiang, with his sharp eyes, immediately noticed the clue.

The military uniform worn by the other party yesterday, with its split hips and fine embroidery, and a bright, round protective shield hanging from its chest, was quite imposing and dignified.

Today, not only is the protective bronze mirror nowhere to be found, but the robe is plain and unpatterned, made of rough and shabby material, making it look much more dilapidated.

"Reporting to Young Master." The imperial guard dared not be negligent, clasped his hands and bowed, his tone full of bitterness:

"Yesterday, because I failed to stop the young master and report back to my superiors in time, I was punished with thirty strokes of the cane and fined half a year's salary. I have been demoted to platoon leader."

Even though he was usually kind and honest, when talking about this punishment, he couldn't help but feel a deep resentment in his eyes as he stared straight at Li Xiang, the one who started it all.

"Well……"

Li Xiang choked slightly.

He remembered that this man had been a junior officer guarding the palace walls just a few days ago.

In just a few days, he was demoted all the way down to the position of squad leader...

My apologies, this is truly a terrible sin.

"This is all the fault of those two old dogs, Kong and Yu!" Li Xiang lamented.

"Don't worry, if I ever get the chance, I'll definitely avenge you!"

The resentment in the honest imperial guard's eyes grew even stronger.

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"Where does the young master intend to go today?"

Suppressing his helplessness, the sergeant asked in a low voice.

Since he couldn't stop this imperial grandson from roaming freely, he could only silently follow.

Why not find out the route first, and then secretly send a message to report it? Perhaps the higher-ups have a solution?

Honest people can use their brains too.

"Go find a few advisors," Li Xiang replied casually.

As someone from a later era, he knew all too well that going it alone would ultimately lead to nothing.

One person is not wise enough, but two people are wise enough. Relying solely on brute force will ultimately lead to an inescapable dead end.

Since the road ahead is shrouded in mystery and there is no solution, then we should seek the help of a strategist and borrow the wisdom of others to break the deadlock.

Right now, he desperately needs a group of far-sighted strategists to weigh the pros and cons for him and point out the way forward.